At the same time as the seventh star was revealed, the monks who had been lurking in all corners of the desert began to take action.

The old man lying on the back of the strange hunchback looked at the starry sky, and the mischievous and casual look on his face had disappeared without a trace, replaced by an eager and solemn expression.

"Smack!", I saw him reach out and take out a thin wooden staff, and slam it at the butt of the mount.

"Big stubborn sheep, it's time for you to do it!"

"Baa~~" The alpaca was slowly swaying forward, and suddenly suffered this blow, and suddenly screamed in pain.

"Drive!" the old man ignored it, and slapped another stick on its ass.

The alpaca understood that its master was not joking with it, and spread its hooves and galloped forward, looking in the direction of the holy city!

In another large tent in the desert, eight monks in different costumes sat around, men and women, old and young, strong men like small towers, and dwarves like children.

This group of people not only has a strange appearance, but the realm is even more amazing, the lowest is the middle stage of the Yuan Infant cultivation, and there is an old man who is already in the middle of the peak realm, only one step away from the late Yuan Infant Great Cultivator!

A few people were discussing something around a dilapidated map.

"The seven stars have gathered, and it will be a while before the ban is at its weakest. When the time comes, we will join forces to break the formation, and I hope everyone can work together to get a place!" said the soap-robed old man with the highest realm.

"Big brother, there are less than ten places in the Dragon Birth Mist?" the childlike dwarf asked, his voice sharp as that of an old man.

"Yes, not to mention the limited space, and the fight is extremely strong, so we just hope to occupy a position!" the old man in the soap-robed robe said softly.

"A location!?" asked a few people next to him.

"How can one location accommodate our Qijiayi Eight Monsters!" asked a red-skinned man next to him.

"Yes!" the dwarf asked.

"It's good to have one seat, but do you still want to occupy eight?!" said the old man in the soap-robed robe.

"Before the death of the Lord Immortal, the Lord of Yi passed down the edict, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon here, you must not be greedy, you only need to work together to win a seat, and the eight of us will take turns to cultivate. ”

"Ahh

"Could it be that the eight of us join forces, and there is still anyone in the world who can resist it?"

Several people were stunned for a moment, and seemed to be a little incredulous.

"Do not be arrogant because of what you have done in the past, and you will understand then. ”

"Now that the secret realm is about to open, I will not hide it from everyone, so I will tell you the details of this place.

It is said that cultivating under the fog of the dragon's birthday can reach ten years of penance outside in one day, and what is more precious is that it also has the miraculous effect of prolonging life. Therefore, even if there is only one place, each of us can cultivate for almost a day, and even if we cultivate on the edge, the effect is several times faster than outside. The old man whispered, and the others also listened with their ears pricked up.

"Who is that opponent, and what kind of realm is it?" asked a woman in Tsing Yi, who was originally beautiful, but because her face was covered with slender scars, she looked ugly and hideous.

"I don't know, the lord of Yi said that the opponent is only strong and not weak, and they are all top forces in various places, so let's find a force to join forces. ”

"I asked you to stop cultivating and practice hard in the Eight Immortal Arrays for this moment! Because it is a confidential matter, it has never been stated, and I ask a few virtuous brothers not to blame me. The soap-robed old man said softly.

"Ahh

"I see!"

"Then everything is arranged by the eldest brother. Hearing this, several people finally understood the eldest brother's painstaking efforts, and immediately accepted their arrogance and responded in unison.

Next to the Holy City, in an underground cave, silver silk threads covered the entire cave.

Two people stood outside the cave.

A middle-aged man, with a slender figure and an elegant face, light blue eyes, wearing a floor-mopping purple robe, held two crystal beads the size of walnuts in his hands and played back and forth.

The other was slightly thin, angular, slightly older, with dark eyes that shone like stars, and a long staff with a black snake head in his hand.

The two of them looked at the silk threads like spider webs in the cave in front of them as if they were facing great enemies.

"Tianxing Dog, you don't usually boast of being unparalleled in the world in the world, this time let you break this formation!" the elegant man turned the crystal bead in his hand and said to the elder monk next to him with a slight sneer.

"Hehe, don't you Night Dog also boast everywhere that you have a Dark Demon Divine Power and Sword is undamaged, why are you still standing here and not going in? Are you afraid that this little silver thread will hurt you?" The snake staff man sneered and replied directly.

"You!" the elegant man suddenly became angry when he heard this, "Senior brother, you haven't learned much of your uncle's divine skills, but this verbal kung fu has been passed on!"

"Senior brother, don't provoke me, if you don't accept it, you and I will fight here and break the battle again!" said the snake staff man.

"Haha! It's like you've beaten me!" the elegant man laughed as he looked up to the sky. "It's a chance that comes only in a thousand years, I don't want to make a mistake, it's not too late to come out and fight again!"

"Then don't talk nonsense, break the formation first!" The snake staff man raised the long staff in his hand, and a ball of silver flame shot out and smashed on a silver thread.

The flames fell on the silver threads, and they wrapped around them like snakes.

In the blink of an eye, the silver filament seemed to burn and turned into a line of fire.

The elegant man next to him saw him make a move, and with one hand, two crystal beads spun and flew out, and suddenly changed, turning into two crystal clear flying knives.

There were two crisp "clanging sounds", and the flying knife slashed on the silver wire, but it was rebounded back.

The man's face was a little ugly, and he slashed away again with one finger of the flying knife with one hand, and the two flying knives slashed at the same place like a wheel.

After a stick of incense, the silver filament slowly thinned in the scorching flame, and finally broke with a "snap".

Almost at the same time, the other silver wire could not withstand the continuous attack of the two throwing knives, and it also disconnected.

"It's not slow!"

"Hey, less!"

The two glanced at each other, and once again urged the magic weapon to attack!